User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236

Evening sundown cast thin trees as menacing, devilish shadows on the grounds as Skipper, Astrix, and a small assortment of otters gathered for a brief council of operations outside the stately Redwall Abbey, where not long before evil had been done by one of its own.

"Now, I know wot ye're all thinkin'. An' I'm sorry t' tell ye the answer is no. No impromptu lynchin' or slayin' o' any kind must be done on Stephan if we kin 'elp it. We needs 'im alive. If 'e dies, we'll learn nothin' o' where our Abbess is or who put 'im up to this. We needs answers, not more questions. Unnerstood?"